Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

DELILAH

Nature.

The concept was most alien to Delilah, who, as a result of her past, had been most removed from it indeed. First as a pup; raised by a set of humans, and then under the control of the Master; who never let her out of his sight. So, stepping forth under the leafy canopy of the trees was a completely new experience, and Delilah was absolutely astonished. She had never, ever imagined trees to be so green. The forest around her assaulted her with smells of the dirt, the leaves, the crispness of the air in the sky, and the smells of animals darting in and our of the underbrush around her, startled as she loped past them.

And wolf. Delilah wanted to close her eyes and soak in the smell. It had been so long since she had smelt, or seen wolves. The Master had been proud of his collection of purebred dogs; prouder still that he had managed to purchase a real wolf. But Delilah had been the only one of her kind at the Estate, and knowing that she was now surrounded by real wolves, like her, sent her senses reeling.

Her heart contracted when she remembered why she was here. Anael. Her darling son, her little cub, ripped from her side just when she had learned to love him. Anger started to pool in her belly, and her nostrils flared as she thought about the smile on the Master's face when he took her son from her. She wanted her son back, and she would find him. Maybe the wolves that lived here knew about him; maybe they had seen things. Delilah didn't know.

And so she stepped forth boldly, scrutinising everything with a cold set of eyes, ignoring the wonderful sights and scents and sounds of the nature and focusing on the task at hand; finding the pack. She had no idea how deep she was in their territory, but their collective scent enveloped her in a mist, and she knew her outsider smell must be sticking out like a sore thumb. Was she trespassing? She had lived without a pack for so long that all the customs had been completely forgotten.

Uncertain about what course of action to take, Delilah stopped for a moment and looked down at her aching paws. She had been walking around for a long time. Her throat was parched, her stomach grumbling; but she didn't want to go and hunt this pack's lands for food. So she sat down, allowing the breeze to ruffle her fur and basking in the sunlight that shone through the trees.